A portrait of my children every week for a year.
Esther: Is convinced she is a "little boy." It's a really cute phrase, coming out of her mouth. This evening she made great progress with it, and perhaps gave a clue as to where she got the idea from. "Little boy down lane," she said. "Baa baa black sheep. Me little boy down lane."
Reuben: Whenever times are hard, it so often ends in him requesting a cuddle. Even when we're getting really cross with each other. It's what he needs most of all. I am what he needs most of all. And they are what I need most of all.
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